The piano part came to me unbidden. The lyrics, I have no idea, but my middle daughter says it sounds just like trying to borrow one of my books when she was a teenager.
Lyrics
you don’t want dirty looks
don’t dogear my books
that’s what bookmarks are for
see a bent page
puts me in a rage
throw you out the door
show some respect
before they’re all wrecked
and I lose my mind
you’ll rue
what I do
you won’t be just fined
don’t wanna see me get mean
leave my margins clean
or your privileges will be abrogated
be kind to the spine
or take it in thine
you’d be incapacitated
did I make it clear?
you’re not welcome here
why don’t you see
hear my poem
and go home
and watch some TV
What would you do with forever?
What would you do if you never had to worry about
the future or past
Or if all of the things that mattered would last?
How would you live from now on?
How would it change how you spend all your time?
Would you do more or less Of each thing you do now?
Can’t keep looking back with your hand on the plow.
How would you live forever if you started right now?
What would you do with forever?
When you’re dreaming your dreams do you ever
Stop to wonder if this life would always go on
What would you do after all of your problems were gone?
How would you live from now on?
How would it change how you spend all your time?
Would you do more or less Of each thing you do now?
Can’t keep looking back with your hand on the plow.
How would you live forever if you started right now?
You ask what I mean
You ask me if it’s really true
I know it’s hard to believe
But there’s some questions I’d like to ask you:
Does it make any sense to live 80 short years
Every one full of trouble and tears
Does it make any sense that our lives are so brief
All we want is the joy And we get so much grief
It’s in everyone’s heart, The desire to live
With heads, hands, and hearts we have so much to give
So why on earth shouldn’t we
Live forever?
What would you do with forever?
What would you do if you never had to worry about
the future or past
Or if all of the things that mattered would last?
How would you live from now on?
How would it change how you spend all your time?
Would you do more or less Of each thing you do now?
Can’t keep looking back with your hand on the plow.
How would you live forever if you started right now?
Not at all happy with my voice on this one. Need a do-over when I’m feeling better.
